FINGERPRINTS

The fingerprints of time upon my face

Each telling a story at its own paste

Some delivered in haste

Some are told without a trace

All intertwined and laced

Together into a cobweb

Of untold mystics and legend

Tails of long ago, today, and tomorrow

Some rather be left hidden

Some wanting to be told

And share with a listening ear

Some that filled the eyes with tears

Some made to bring laughter

Some made by a lover’s kiss

Some made by the raising of the voice and fist

The fingerprint of time upon your face

What stories does it hold